Remedios Varo, "Phenomenon" 1963 This painting accurately describes my mood this evening.

Well, shit.

Sports

I feel like you could throw the shotput further if it was lighter.

The real generational divide is people who refuse to watch a video if it could be an article versus people who refuse to read an article if it could be a video

Dead-eyed stares. #photography #streetphotography #foundstilllife #sanfrancisco

My urge to write outside has been moonsaulted from the top rope by the Sunday night sleepies

Good morning, Bluesky! A Great Blue Heron greets the sunrise on Puget Sound, Washington. 📸Marguerite Gerontis

Just spent $675 on an AWP table, significantly less than last year because we got the early bird rate and didn’t have to pay a premium table surcharge, but it still means this is an extremely good time for folks to buy books because that’s a lot of money! malarkeybooks.com/store

If figs make God’s mouth as itchy as they make mine I can see why He hated them.

Late September sun in Maine.

We can’t afford a vacation

when the sun is setting and the moon is making a showing and the man is thinking with his heart

Watching Friendship and thirsting over those abandon tunnels.

Watching Superman thirsting over that bookshelf.

Loco Moco in the deep south

with apologies to Mitch Hedberg, that's too many dinners for one week.

the world is ruled by men who read ozymandias and said "but i'm built different"

4: We’re going to a puppy store! Me: No. No no no no no. Puppet. Show.

Morning walk

me and who?

Well don't I feel stupid

Today, a short poem from the acclaimed Paul Hostovsky. Back Door 1973. Includes a tetherball. www.muleskinnerjournal.com/back-door-1973 #writingcommunity #litmag #flashfiction #literature #writers #fiction #fictionsubmissions #fictionwriter #poets #poetry #poetryjournals

The superintendent they just kidnapped is a former Olympic athlete who runs footraces with the kids from his schools while wearing a maroon suit and a bowtie. This is quite simply about the people in power feeling threatened by Black excellence.

#phorography #graffiti

Morning all, For @alan678.bsky.social #BirdOfTheDay in #Classicmono A swan on a cold winterday a few years back. #EastCoastKin #mobilephonephotography #swan #zeldenzomooigezien

A lot of people treat boycotts like dieting. If you "mess up" once you may as well eat a whole cake. Remember that financial pressure is about large trends. More people spending less money. You're just one part of a larger effort. Do your best; reduce your dependence on the worst of the worst.

All discourse is made up. You do not need to participate in a fantasy. There are real things to experience. The breeze. The sound of waves on a beach. The way the light dances through the leaves.

Rainbow of dabbed up bingo cards fluttering across the road in the breeze.

One of the cool things about my job is seeing y’alls books check out. And occasionally it’s pretty cool to come in and see my book has checked out.

Nothing pleases me more like a kudzu-covered telephone pole on a foggy day

I’m thirsty. Thank God it’s Thursday.

All the ingredients for soup, waiting for somebody to cook it. All Carlo Magini could do was paint them.

"Sometimes, when we’re working together, he’ll start rattling off random dinosaur tidbits, “Fun fact, Tyrannosaurus Rex and Velociraptors weren’t around at the same time,” and I want to squeeze his lips together, to tell him to shut up." @willmusgrove.bsky.social in @flashfrog.bsky.social

Whit’s End Macon, IL

Wild how all the people doing crime these days just coincidentally leave bullets with the narrative they want very neatly written on top

everything alive is being killed and no one notices anymore

A new verse from returning contributor Helen Buckingham: lobstertelephone Talks potkettle — Helen Buckingham

Liking for the deer. Reposting for the song.

too genre for the litheads, too lit for the genreboys, too academic for the cool kids, too low class for the academics, too angry for the soft, too soft for the hardcore, too normie for the weirdos, too weird for the normos, but above it all, just too hard to die

A new verse from new contributor Darian Johnson: 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 I’m dead on days when the clouds don’t rule the sky. Meaning I barely live, even on days I die. — Darian Johnson

You look at every culture that's ever existed and the running theme is everyone pretty much just wants to play/dance to music, make art, eat stewed meat wrapped in flat bread, and tell stories about the shapes we find in the stars. Somehow we turned that into wars and overtime and profit margins.

My problem with everything is that I know For A Fact that the purpose of life is frivolity. It is to fool around & pursue joy.

it would be nice if we could all just move on from the medical model of disabilities (they must be 'cured') and embrace the social model (the world must be made accessible and livable for all people)

Christian persecution in America is best defined by this image: No actual struggle, wearing clothes that cost more than my entire wardrobe, polished cross instead of rugged, and surrounded by crowds of fellow hypocrites cheering on bigotry who believe they're the victims.

Smitten by this mirror portrait of Hans Richter in Southbury, c. 1969, as photographed by Inge Morath.

Wife downstairs whipping up macchiatos. I said surprise me and got a white chocolate cinnamon bun. 4yo got blasted to another dimension. Think she’s still taking orders if anyone wants anything.

Your are at the beginning of my skeet, and now you’re moving into the heart of it. This is when it gets legit. Sadly it’s peaked now. Remember when it was good? Those were the days.